I may cry when I write this...
I lost my voice and was feeling rotten, so I was in bed resting when the boys got home from school. Taylor came into my room and sat next to me and stroked my cheeks and hair. He snuggled with me for a few minutes, then asked if he could squeeze some fresh orange juice. I asked him to make enough for his brothers if he was going to make it.
About 15 min. later, he came into my room with a HUGE glass of fresh-squeezed oj. He made it all for me- it was never intended for him or his brothers.
I almost cried when he brought it to me and realized his intentions from the start. What a sweet tender heart! Thank you God for making Tay with such a tender heart- protect it please!
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